Monday, November 2, 2009


by J.J. Lafferty

We are shards
of our shattered dreams
jagged, wounding and wounded
in our incompleteness.

We move
drifting together,
to make a new form,
but fail to fit exactly;

there are holes
where the dark seeps through
destroying the dotted lines
to any destination.

The dark is empty
save for the whimper
and the whisper of a last song,
a light laughter, and
brighter days that like butterflys pass
fleeting away,
through holes
where the light never comes
and the dotted lines
of destination are invisible.

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